I hear the call of a distant crow
who sings headlines sweeter than the Times.
The blood moon rises in the velvet sky.
Darkness falls, the stars align.
I sit and wonder what tomorrow brings.
Another day time passes by.
My mind travels far and wide
wondering where’s the bottom line.
The world goes round,
the world goes round.
Time killer.
I slay the days.
Murder nights
I'm a time killer.
That's my line.
Time killer.
Time killer.
That’s my crime
but time won’t die.
People and pigeons living under bridges
collecting dimes, killing time.
Bus stop blondes, dressed in white,
counting valentines, killing time.
Melancholic poets wracked with rhymes
drinking wine, killing time.
Fervent lovers in the night
chasing dopamine highs, feeling fine.
Counting stars.
Mending scars.
Time killers.
They slay the days,
murder nights.
They’re time killers.
That's their line
Time killers.
Time killers.
That's their crime
but time won’t die.
But time won’t die
Time killer
I slay the days,
murder nights.
I'm a time killer.
That's my line.
Time killer.
Time killer.
That’s my crime
but time won’t die.
But time won’t die.
But time won’t die .
credits
from Paris in Tears,
released May 12, 2017
Music & Lyrics by Sarah Lassez
Produced & Recorded by Doug Grean
Piano & Keyboards - Sarah Lassez
Guitar - Doug Grean
Drums - Keith Larsen
Dreamy, intimate experimental pop, part of the artist's challenge to herself to write and record a song every single day of the year. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2017